Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Buzzcocks practice in a loft in Bolton.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing John Lydon to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Oneida. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
John Cale,
Animal Collective,
Skarface,
The Alarm Clocks,
Kenny Larkin,
Bush Tetras,
The Moleskins,
Dennis Brown,
Country Teasers,
H. Thieme,
Morten Harket,
Nik Kershaw,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Ronan,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Gil Scott Heron,
Parry Music,
Kevin Saunderson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jawbox,
Fear,
Cybotron,
Moby Grape,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Real Kids,
Au Pairs,
Joy Division,
Skaos,
Cheater Slicks,
Lalann,
Danielle Patucci,
Procol Harum,
Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Tomorrow,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Stereo Dub,
Joensuu 1685,
La Düsseldorf,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
Con Funk Shun,
Model 500,
Sixth Finger,
Average White Band,
Kas Product,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.